Girl GoI'm my father's own stupid son
Sit watching the T.V. when it's time for me to run
You wrote a song about going to sea
When things got tough you were so kind to me
Chorus:
Oh, look at her go
HysteriaI wake up, don't know where I am,
The clock says `San Francisco', I say "Hell"!
We're getting up, we're holding up,
We're selling out, they say we're doing well.
We slept right though an earthquake -
Guess the distances are addling my brain.
And all that anyone wants to know
Is when we'll be through here again.
PenguinsWe are penguins.
We are penguins.
We are flightless
We are standing on our eggs
In the snow
`Coz we're penguins
And we're standing on the ice floe
Of the antarctic
Soul Happy HourThe best things in life are free
But you can give them to the SDP
I want to go to Tesco's store
And buy some drink and fall on the floor.
I don't care for smart new clothes
I don't care for reading books
I don't care for Quinn and Collins
Vienna SongI'm staying here, right where I am
Don't care if I don't get to Amsterdam
I finally made it, got down here at last
Cut out my future, and poisoned my past
And there's nowhere left to go
In a life of no returns
And every passing show
Is another bridge that I can't avoid burning